There was a time of peace of mind,
That no longer blesses us.
The growth of consciousness,
The dishevelment of our wits
Prove to pollute the innocence.
We were once proud group,
Wrought with confidence.
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
There was a time of peace of mind,
That no longer blesses us.
The growth of consciousness,
The dishevelment of our wits
Prove to pollute the innocence.
We were once proud group,
Wrought with confidence.